At The Last Moment

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                A sense of dread overwhelms me as I lie on the hospital bed, which at the same time, just so happens to be my deathbed. I'm horrified at the prospect of death, an event that shall occur to me injust a mere matter of minutes.

                I'm only sixteen for heaven's sake! I can't die now. I have my life all planned out ahead of me. I was gonna finish school, go to college, graduate, work, get married and live happily ever after with a doting husband and a football team of children. 'Had' would be a more suitable term to use in a couple of minutes to come, the dark side of me says. I just lie there on the hospital bed, thinking about a future that won't be mine.

               I quickly swipe at a stray tear falling from my face, in hopes that no one would see that.  It's not fair, I want to scream. I'm not ready. I don't want to die yet. Please, I beg God silently. I have too many unfinished businesses. Too many words left unsaid.

                It's too pretty a night to die, I think sadly as I look outside the window of the room. Its beautiful outside. The moon is bright and full and the dark shy is speckled with sparkling dots. Such a rare occasion.

                "Beep," the heart monitor tells me. Over the year, it had been my friend, assuring me my existence every time I hear the beep. But today, it is my enemy. Each beep reminding my of my final countdown.

                Stop it, a wiser part of me chids myself. Don't think about dying when you're dying. You have seconds left. Look at your family. They're falling apart, they need you! Stop being a self-absorbed prick for a bit and think about your family, the people you're gonna leave behind. Comfort them. Tell them you're gonna be okay; that they'll be okay.

                But I'm not okay, I feel like screaming. Frustration and panic is rising in me each passing second. I'm not okay.

                They don't need to know that, the voice says.

                All I do is stare at my family I'm surrounded by. I feel tongue-tied, speechless. They've been with me since the start. And now, they're falling apart because of me. My mom is sitting on a chair to my right, her eyes are red and swollen as she sees her baby girl lying on the hospital bed. My father is next to her, supporting her. I see him struggle to hold it in for the sake of the family.

                My two siblings are also in the room with me. My little brother is sitting at the foot of the bed. Although I doubt his nine-year-old mind was too young to comprehend this but i have a feeling he knows a little more than he lets on. And like me and everyone else, he is silent. I offer him a weak smile which he returns with a toothy grin. My older sister is sitting on a chair to my left, her hand is holding mine so I give it a tiny squeeze, as if to reassure her I'm still alive.

                "We all die eventually. That's life. Its only a matter of when we die. It could be today, tomorrow or now. Its God's call to make. Everyone here has a spot in heaven, so what's there to worry? There won't be sorrow or darkness, sin or evil. A place with God."  I remember someone once told me.

                     No more pain. No more sorrows. Sounds good.

                And with that, I finally open my mouth to speak. "Guys," I manage to wheeze out. All the attention in the room is directed at me. "I love you. I always will. Thank you for everything. Every day, I thank God for sending me to this family."

                I take out a bundle of letters with names scrawled on top each of them. "These are for you and a few of my friends. Would you help me pass it to them after..." I trail off, not daring to saying the word.

                "Of course, honey." My dad says softly, taking the letters and kissing my forehead.

                My breathing is getting more laboured each passing moment. My eyes are blurred with tears now. "I love you," I repeat again, but this time it barely comes out as a whisper. My strength is being sapped out of me by an unknown force, slowly but surely.

                My eyelids are getting heavier. I take my last breath on this planet I was born in. This is it.

             Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

              And just like the movies, the most memorable parts of my life flashes before me in a matter of seconds.

                Little baby me is stumbling about, learning how to walk as my parents watch me intently, ready to catch me if I fall. Next is the family trip to Bangkok, Thailand. My sister, mom and I are carrying bags filled with clothes. After that, it's me and my sister jamming out in the car while she drives. Then, I'm in my old school field, singing with my best friend under a starlit night.  Another memory is in Universal Studios, I'm freaking out as my siblings and three of my other cousins are dragging me to the scariest ride around. And last is me and my two best jamming buddies, in church and singing our hearts out with only a guitar to aid us.

                The air leaves my lungs and my eyes close for the last time.

                The heart monitor beeps for the last time.

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                I don't know how long I've been dead but I don't think it's been long. There's a tugging deep within my soul as I feel myself getting lighter and lighter. When my eyes open, I'm floating in the air of the hospital room I died in.

                When I glance down I almost get a heart attack... that is if I still have a beating heart. I was hovering over... well, me.  But it's a shell of something very much dead. I see my family still around the me in the hospital bed, they're crying and sobbing but I can't hear them.The silence is deafening to my ears.

                "Guys, I'm here," I scream, but they can't hear me. I do everything to attract their attention, but they don't see me.  "Please," I beg them. "Look at me." But they don't.

                   Suddenly, a white light explodes into the room, blinding me. Once it cleared, I feel a sense of serenity wash over me. When I inspect my body, I find it clothed in a white hoody and white jeans. My feet are bare. I find myself rising in the air, heading out towards the sky. Even the roof or anything solid doesn't stop me.

                When I look down, that's when I finally see it.

                The colours. I see my town coated in beautiful, vivid and unimaginable colours. I gasp, not believing it. How could i have not seen this beauty before? The scene before me is indescribable. It's like all this time I've been seeing the world in white and black.

                Above, the sky lets out a mighty thunder. But surprisingy, I am not afraid. I hear a deep booming voice calling to me. "My daughter, I have long awaited for you."

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Whoa. FIRST STORY FINISHED. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY ME. :) WHEEEE. Sorry, I was in a rather depressed state writing this. ): hope you laik it? please vote, comment and all that jazz..

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